<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522181</id><updated>2011-08-14T18:30:37.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HMYU</title><subtitle type='html'>Seeing things as they are not as we are.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HMYU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426989348241037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522181.post-1153046589427103663</id><published>2011-08-14T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:58:59.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing For Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nothing is better for them than to rejoice, and to do good in their lives. —Ecclesiastes 3:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s been a long, cold winter, and I am eager for warm weather. I’m tired of seeing bare trees and lifeless brown leaves covering the ground. I long to see wildflowers poke through the dead leaves and to watch the woods turn green once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yet even as I anticipate my favorite season, I hear my mother’s voice saying, “Don’t wish your life away.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If you’re like me, you sometimes hear yourself saying, “When such and such happens, then I will . . . or, If only so and so would do this, then I would do that . . . or, I would be happy if . . . or, I will be satisfied when . . .”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In longing for some future good, we forget that every day—regardless of the weather or our circumstances—is a gift from God to be used for His glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;According to author Ron Ash, “We are where we need to be and learning what we need to learn. Stay the course because the things we experience today will lead us to where He needs us to be tomorrow.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In every season, there is a reason to rejoice and an opportunity to do good (Eccl. 3:12). The challenge for each of us every day is to find something to rejoice about and some good to do—and then to do both. — Julie Ackerman Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just as the winter turns to spring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Our lives have changing seasons too;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So when a gloomy forecast comes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Remember—God has plans for you. —Sper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every season brings a reason to rejoice&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522181-1153046589427103663?l=hmyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/feeds/1153046589427103663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522181&amp;postID=1153046589427103663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/1153046589427103663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/1153046589427103663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/2011/08/longing-for-spring.html' title='Longing For Spring'/><author><name>HMYU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426989348241037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522181.post-7845141717388895610</id><published>2011-08-14T00:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:51:49.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage Truck Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. I mean, he was really friendly. So I asked, 'Hey, why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call: 'Law of the Garbage Truck'. He said: "You know, many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage - full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it, so sometimes they'll dump it on you.." His advice? "Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't pick up the garbage others are trying to get rid of. If you do, you'll take it with you and will end up dumping it on people around you, at work, at home, or on the streets." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want to be happy, do not let garbage trucks - your own or other people's - overtake your day. Let go anything that's not positive. Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't. It's hard and very heavy to do, but GOD's help and strength will enable us to do it ! Just believe and trust on HIM !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522181-7845141717388895610?l=hmyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/feeds/7845141717388895610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522181&amp;postID=7845141717388895610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/7845141717388895610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/7845141717388895610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/2011/08/garbage-truck-law-one-day-i-hopped-in.html' title='Garbage Truck Law'/><author><name>HMYU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426989348241037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522181.post-7632384728913717758</id><published>2011-08-02T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:28:21.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS... IT'S LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In happy moments, praise God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In difficult moments, seek God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In quiet moments, worship God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In painful moments, trust God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In every moment, thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is in every moment!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522181-7632384728913717758?l=hmyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/feeds/7632384728913717758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522181&amp;postID=7632384728913717758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/7632384728913717758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/7632384728913717758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-isnt-about-waiting-for-storm-to.html' title=''/><author><name>HMYU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426989348241037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522181.post-995875538056195932</id><published>2009-05-14T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:29:49.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's quiet. It's early. The sky is still black. The world is still asleep. The day is coming. In a few moments the day will arrive. It will roar down the track with the rising of the sun. The stillness of the dawn will be exchanged for the noise of the day. The calm of solitude will be replaced by the pounding pace of the human race. The refuge of the early morning will be invaded by decisions to be made and deadlines to be met. For the next 12 hours I will be exposed to the day's demands. It is now that I must make a choice. Because of Calvary, I'm free to choose. And so I choose...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I CHOOSE LOVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No occassion justifies hatred, no injustice warrants bitterness. I choose love.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I will love God and what God loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I CHOOSE JOY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will invite my God to be the God of circumstance. I will refuse the temptation to be cynical..the tool of the lazy thinker. I will refuse to see people as anything less than human beings, created by God. I will refuse to see any problem as anything less than an opportunity to see God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I CHOOSE PEACE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will live forgiven. I will forgive so that I may live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I CHOOSE PATIENCE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will overlook the inconveniences of the world. Instead of cursing the one who takes my place, I'll invite him to do so. Rather than complain that the wait is too long, I will thank God for a moment to pray. Instead of clinching my fist at new assignments, I will face them with joy and courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I CHOOSE KINDNESS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be kind to the poor, for they are alone. Kind to the rich, for they are afraid. And kind to the unkind, for such is how God has treated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I CHOOSE GOODNESS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go without a dollar before I take a dishonest one. I will be overlooked before I will boast. I will confess before I will accuse. I choose goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I CHOOSE FAITHFULNESS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will keep my promises. My debtors will not regret their trust. My associates will not question my word. My wife will not question my love. And my children will never fear that their father will not come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I CHOOSE GENTLENESS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is won by force. I choose to be gentle. If I raise my voice may it be only in praise. If I clench my fist, may it be only in prayer. If I make a demand, may it be only of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I CHOOSE SELF-CONTROL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a spiritual being...After this body is dead, my spirit will soar. I refuse to let what will rot, rule the eternal. I choose self-control. I will be drunk only by joy. I will be impassioned only by my faith. I will be influenced only by God. I will be taught only by Christ. I choose self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LOVE, JOY, PEACE, PATIENCE, KINDNESS, GOODNESS, FAITHFULNESS, GENTLENESS, AND SELF-CONTROL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To these I commit my day. If I succeed, I will give thanks. If I fail, I will seek His grace. And then, when this day is done, I will place my head on my pillow and rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By MAX LUCADO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522181-995875538056195932?l=hmyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/feeds/995875538056195932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522181&amp;postID=995875538056195932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/995875538056195932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/995875538056195932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/2009/05/each-day.html' title='Each day'/><author><name>HMYU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426989348241037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522181.post-8704825028736193557</id><published>2007-08-23T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:02:53.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN THE WOMB</title><content type='html'>Wow! When I came across this illustration, I am awed and this must go into my blog......a reminder that we tend to only see the tangible world that we are in now and that there is a bigger world out there in the infinity....called eternal life! Life in this world is just like in the womb......read on below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, twin boys were conceived in the womb. Seconds, minutes, hours passed as the two embryonic lives developed. The spark of life grew and each tiny brain began to take shape and form. With the development of their brain came feeling, and with feeling, perception-a perception of surroundings, of each other, and their own lives. They discovered that life was good, and they laughed and rejoiced in their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;One said to the other, “We are sure lucky to have been conceived and to have this wonderful world.”&lt;br /&gt;The other chimed in, “Yes, blessed be our mother who gave us life and each other.”&lt;br /&gt;Each of the twins continued to grow and soon their arms and fingers, legs and toes began to take shape. They stretched their bodies and churned and turned in their little world. They explored it and found the life cord which gave them life from their mother’s blood. They were grateful for this new discovery and sang, “How great is the love of our mother-that she shares all she has with us!”&lt;br /&gt;Weeks passed into months and with the advent of each new month, they noticed a change in each other and in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;“We are changing,“ one said. “What can it mean?”&lt;br /&gt;“It means, “said the other, “that we are drawing near to birth.”&lt;br /&gt;An unsettling chill crept over the two. They were afraid of birth, for they knew that it meant leaving their wonderful world behind.&lt;br /&gt;Said the one, “Were it up to me, I would live here forever.”&lt;br /&gt;“But we must be born,” said the other. “It has happened to all the others.”  Indeed, there was evidence inside the womb that the mother had carried life before theirs.&lt;br /&gt;“And I believe that there is life after birth, don’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;“How can there be life after birth?” cried the one. “Do we not shed our life cord and also the blood tissue when we are born? And have you ever talked to anyone that has been born? Has anyone ever re-entered the womb after birth to describe what birth is like? NO!” As he spoke, he fell into despair, and in his despair he moaned,” If the purpose of conception and our growth inside the womb is to end in birth, then truly our life is senseless.” He clutched his precious life cord to his breast and said,” And if this is so, and life is absurd, then there really can be no mother!”&lt;br /&gt;“But there is a mother,” protested the other. “Who else gave us nourishment? Who else created this world for us?”&lt;br /&gt;“We get our nourishment from this cord-and our world has always been here!” said the one. “And if there is a mother-where is she? Have you ever seen her? Does she ever talk to you? NO! We invented the mother when we were young because it satisfied a need in us. It made us feel secure and happy.”&lt;br /&gt;Thus, while the one raved and despair, the other resigned himself to birth and placed his trust in the hands of his mother. Hours turned into days, and days into weeks. And soon it was time. They both knew their birth was at hand, and they both feared what they did not know. As the one was first to be conceived, so he was the first to be born, the other following.&lt;br /&gt;They cried as they were born into the light. They coughed out fluid and gasped the dry air. And when they were sure they had been born, they opened their eyes-seeing life after birth for the very first time. What they saw was the beautiful eyes of their mother, as they were cradled lovingly in her arms. THEY WERE HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him” ~ 1 Cor 2:9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522181-8704825028736193557?l=hmyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/feeds/8704825028736193557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522181&amp;postID=8704825028736193557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/8704825028736193557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/8704825028736193557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-womb.html' title='IN THE WOMB'/><author><name>HMYU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426989348241037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522181.post-3439220964332337992</id><published>2007-05-24T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:20:09.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lady of excellence - Mother Teresa</title><content type='html'>We live before a world that sees the things we do and the achievements we made. On the other hand, Mother Teresa sees it this way............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the end of our lives, we will not be judged by how many diplomas we have received, how much money we have made or how many great things we have done. We will be judged by ‘I was hungry and you gave me to eat. I was naked and you clothed me. I was homeless and you took me in."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522181-3439220964332337992?l=hmyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/feeds/3439220964332337992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522181&amp;postID=3439220964332337992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/3439220964332337992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/3439220964332337992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/2007/05/lady-of-excellence-mother-teresa.html' title='A lady of excellence - Mother Teresa'/><author><name>HMYU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426989348241037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522181.post-6353818953857888762</id><published>2007-05-15T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:16:46.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...another interesting article to think about. Maybe not totally true, I don't know. It is about happiness! Who doesn't want to be happy? Maybe by being a millionaire I will be happy? Am I in a state of total happiness? No, really not....I am totally drained at times, worrying over so many things etc etc etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, God sort of spoke to me............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"What you are is God's gift to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you make yourself is your gift to God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but doesn't get you any place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Worry is the interest you pay when you borrow trouble."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one...................hehhee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The only fellow whose troubles are all behind him is a school-bus driver!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is the main article, here goes................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We fall into the error of thinking that happiness necessarily involves ease, diversion, tranquility - a state in which all of one's wishes are satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For most people, happiness is not to be found in this vegetative state but in striving toward meaningful goals. The dedicated person has not achieved all of his goals. His life is the endless pursuit of goals, some of them unattainable. He may never have time to surround himself with luxuries. He may often be tense, worried, fatigued. He has little of the leisure one associates with the storybook conception of happiness. But he has found a more meaningful happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The truth is that happiness in the sense of total gratification is not a state to which man can aspire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It is for cows, possibly for the birds, but not for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522181-6353818953857888762?l=hmyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/feeds/6353818953857888762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522181&amp;postID=6353818953857888762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/6353818953857888762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/6353818953857888762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/2007/05/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>HMYU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426989348241037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522181.post-1791796035424934805</id><published>2007-05-15T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:34:13.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take time</title><content type='html'>aahhh.....what a long absence after getting myself busy busy busy with so many things that somehow requires time and attention, and then I came upon this inspirational words that seems to fit into what I am currently experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it says...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;take time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to think,&lt;br /&gt;it is the source of power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;take time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to play,&lt;br /&gt;it is the secret of perpetual power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;take time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to read,&lt;br /&gt;it is the foundation of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;take time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to pray,&lt;br /&gt;it is the greatest power on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to love and be loved,&lt;br /&gt;it is a God given privilege&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;take time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be friendly,&lt;br /&gt;it is the road to happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;take time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to laugh,&lt;br /&gt;it is the music of the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to give,&lt;br /&gt;it is too short a day to be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gosh, time is so precious and it is only the thing that everyone in this world, whether great or just normal people on the street are given the same amount of "time" each day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Days are like suitcases. By careful arrangement, some people can pack more into them than other people can."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Don't thou love life? Then waste not time; for time is the stuff that life is made of."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally I would say as a prayer.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"As a stone gathers moss in the woods by a rill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So we fashion our lives for good or for ill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By a thought, a word, a deed, or a smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As I live my life, Lord, make it worthwhile."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522181-1791796035424934805?l=hmyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/feeds/1791796035424934805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522181&amp;postID=1791796035424934805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/1791796035424934805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/1791796035424934805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/2007/05/take-time.html' title='take time'/><author><name>HMYU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426989348241037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522181.post-3792687088300887955</id><published>2007-04-21T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:37:52.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling, Faith And Fact</title><content type='html'>Three men were walking on a wall - FEELING, FAITH and FACT. FEELING took an awful fall, and FAITH was taken back. FAITH was so close to FEELING that he then fell down too, but FACT remained and pull FAITH up, and FAITH brought FEELING too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522181-3792687088300887955?l=hmyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/feeds/3792687088300887955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522181&amp;postID=3792687088300887955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/3792687088300887955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/3792687088300887955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-faith-and-fact.html' title='Feeling, Faith And Fact'/><author><name>HMYU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426989348241037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522181.post-2334672590973600090</id><published>2007-04-10T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:24:17.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing from above</title><content type='html'>I have read this story some time ago and would like to share how we so often looked at situation or circumstances narrowly and not see it on wider perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'A story is once told about an old man and his son who lived in an abandoned fort. One day the only horse the old man owned wandered away, and his neighbours came by to express their sorrow over his misfortune. &lt;strong&gt;"How do you know it is ill-fortune?"&lt;/strong&gt; he asked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A week later his horse returned leading a herd of wild horses. The old man's friends exulted in his good fortune.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon after that his son started to ride one of the horses and fell off and broke his leg. The neighbour's again express their sorrows. &lt;strong&gt;"How do you know it's bad?"&lt;/strong&gt; the man asked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following week a war lord came through the village enlisting young men for battle. He would not take the old man's son because of his broken leg. The neighbours rejoice over the favourable turn of events. &lt;strong&gt;"How do you know it's favourable?"&lt;/strong&gt; said the old man.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, there seems to be a purpose behind every problem and every problem is a character-building opportunity. Circumstances are temporary but character last forever. This story helps me to take comfort that there is greater purpose in store for us........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose." ~ Romans 8:28&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522181-2334672590973600090?l=hmyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/feeds/2334672590973600090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522181&amp;postID=2334672590973600090' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/2334672590973600090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522181/posts/default/2334672590973600090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmyu.blogspot.com/2007/04/seeing-from-above.html' title='Seeing from above'/><author><name>HMYU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06426989348241037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522181.post-5823922381734958840</id><published>2007-04-02T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:58:58.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter as I see it</title><content type='html'>I see disunity among Christians,&lt;br /&gt;I see no peace among nations,&lt;br /&gt;I see the Gospel twisted of its facts,&lt;br /&gt;And I see now why God had to act!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see deterioration in moral values of the human race, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eI14kcGVCFY/RhElf5FeWoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dKY-LJDEGLU/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048857887088990850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="61" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eI14kcGVCFY/RhElf5FeWoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dKY-LJDEGLU/s320/Picture1.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see corruption and injustice showing its ugly face,&lt;br /&gt;I see no hope for us all at this age,&lt;br /&gt;But yet I see each individual knitted and created in God’s image!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see sky scrappers and man-made achievement,&lt;br /&gt;I see man’s pride with all it’s invention,&lt;br /&gt;I see self-reliance is the key to life,&lt;br /&gt;And I see now why Christ had to give up his life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eI14kcGVCFY/RhEgNJFeWnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/95bPw4Wxo3M/s1600-h/Sabah+Holidays+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048852067408304754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="153" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eI14kcGVCFY/RhEgNJFeWnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/95bPw4Wxo3M/s320/Sabah+Holidays+029.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see nature being plundered and raped,&lt;br /&gt;I see no hope for all the creatures that God made,&lt;br /&gt;I see how marvelous God's hand in all creation,&lt;br /&gt;And I see only through Christ, we can have redemption!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the cross where you and I should be the one carrying, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eI14kcGVCFY/RhElgJFeWqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7TT3XjFupEc/s1600-h/Picture3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048857891383958178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="133" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eI14kcGVCFY/RhElgJFeWqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7TT3XjFupEc/s320/Picture3.JPG" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see death as our destiny with eternal suffering,&lt;br /&gt;I see this journey to Calvary no one is prepare to take,&lt;br /&gt;And I see Christ who took all these for our sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;”My God, My God, Why have thou forsaken me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eI14kcGVCFY/RhElgJFeWrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hzSHOS9biKU/s1600-h/Picture4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048857891383958194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" height="232" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eI14kcGVCFY/RhElgJFeWrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hzSHOS9biKU/s320/Picture4.JPG" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see pain on His face at Calvary,&lt;br /&gt;I see grief and sadness, with breath barely,&lt;br /&gt;I see much tears and blood that were shed,&lt;br /&gt;But I do not see Him showing any regret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see bondage in the human race,&lt;br /&gt;I see death and destruction we will surely face, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eI14kcGVCFY/RhElf5FeWpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6KyAWVa_YxA/s1600-h/Picture2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048857887088990866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="130" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eI14kcGVCFY/RhElf5FeWpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6KyAWVa_YxA/s320/Picture2.JPG" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see God’s intervention in human history,&lt;br /&gt;And I see hope, for Christ who died and now arose in all glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;”Forgive them for they know not what they are doing”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eI14kcGVCFY/RhElgpFeWsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GK0XE8nLXUE/s1600-h/Picture5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048857899973892802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="171" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eI14kcGVCFY/RhElgpFeWsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GK0XE8nLXUE/s320/Picture5.JPG" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see sadness,&lt;br /&gt;I see gentleness,&lt;br /&gt;I see forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;And I see love manifested in all its greatness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eI14kcGVCFY/RhEnf5FeWtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/s6Iz8JYOmbM/s1600-h/Picture6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048860086112246482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="113" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eI14kcGVCFY/RhEnf5FeWtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/s6Iz8JYOmbM/s320/Picture6.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I see Christ as the living Savior,&lt;br /&gt;I see His grace is for all without condition or favor,&lt;br /&gt;I see salvation if we only believe,&lt;br /&gt;And I see there is hope with God's full pardon......what a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As for me and my household, we will serve the Lord” ~ Joshua 24:15 &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eI14kcGVCFY/RhEnf5FeWuI/AAAAAAAAABE/gK9FPmc3eUQ/s1600-h/Picture7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048860086112246498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="129" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eI14kcGVCFY/RhEnf5FeWuI/AAAAAAAAABE/gK9FPmc3eUQ/s320/Picture7.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Christ ascended up in glory,&lt;br /&gt;I see now this is the Gospel story,&lt;br /&gt;I see no matter who says whatsoever the contrary,&lt;br /&gt;I will still declare....He lives! 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